Tell Me Some Things

I'm about to go to the doctor. Maybe I'll just get a shot. Maybe we'll sit down and talk. Maybe I'll walk right past the door and keep on walking. I don't know.

There is something I want right now. And I reckon if I played my cards just right I could get it. But I don't know if it would be a good thing to have. I figure it would be good for me, but I sort of doubt it would be good for everyone else.

There's another thing I want right now. A dangerous thing. A bad idea really. I don't rightly see anyway I could get it. And I get the impression that even trying would lead us down the path of evil and great darkness. But...when you want something badly enough.

Yet another thing I want. Yet another thing there's no chance of getting. So I try not to even think about it.

And then there's something I don't want. But probably should.

And then there's the thing. The main thing. The real thing.

And, well, who knows? Who knows?